Chapter 288 138. You are here to achieve success, right?
Darkus said with a ferocious expression and a sharp voice. After that, he jumped to the other side, stretched out his right hand and held it like a claw, while guarding against the black shadow. To his own throat, he performed exactly the scene before the establishment of the Maelstrom, where Aenarion faced the four gods of Chaos alone and sat down with the Great Demon. He already knew this period of history, and basically all the three spirits in this world knew about it. This glorious history has been passed down orally, and there are endless records, plays, and picture books from Asul.
After all, Aenarion is Aenarion, not his three-line descendants. Aenarion is the first Phoenix King. No matter what Aenarion is like, he will always be a hero in the hearts of all elves.
Darkus suddenly lost interest in performing while he was acting, because the black shadow was looking at him as if he were a fool. This made him very embarrassed and made it impossible for him to continue with his lame acting. At the same time, The behavior of the black shadow also confirmed his guess from the side. The black shadow in front of him was not Carlos himself, let alone Tzeentch himself. It was indeed an echo of Carlos.
"Is this the level you came from the Well of Eternity?"
Darkus was sure that if Carlos was in front of him, he would not die. At most, he would suffer some torture, or be trapped here, or have his memory read. got it. Carlos wouldn't kill him, a wise man would try to stir up Tzeentch's interest. If he is dead as the Chosen God who is not the Chosen God of Tzeentch, who will give Tzeentch the pleasure? Bring endless changes? Besides, he didn't believe that it was really Carlos in front of him, and he didn't believe that Carlos could be so well-educated, and his methods could be so witty and clumsy.
Among the Chaos Demons under Tzeentch, only Carlos Fateweaver has this method. He is the most peculiar among the Chaos Demons under Tzeentch. He is known as Tzeentch's Master Attendant, Guardian of Destiny, and Destiny. Mockers and more.
There is a place with great knowledge in Tzeentch's Chaos Realm, and that is the Well of Eternity that even Tzeentch dare not enter.
Although Tzeentch was a powerful being in his own right, there was no certainty that he would survive entering the dark, glowing waters.
However, the Well of Eternity has always been lingering in Tzeentch's heart. It is the only thing that makes him helpless or win. Every challenge is often painful and tense. Although He himself was not ready to take risks, He was cunning and used His servants as a stepping stone.
In order to find out, Tzeentch adopted a rather covert approach. He threw the Chaos Demons under him into the bottom of the well. The first eight disappeared into the Well of Eternity, except for the ninth Kalos. Climbed out of the well, but the problem is that the Lord of Changes under him is fundamentally different from the Chaos Demons of other evil gods. These Lords of Changes or scribes are more like his clones split from the book. , unlike other evil gods, each Chaos Demon is an independent individual. (This paragraph is questionable)
Since then, Carlos has been able to see secrets that even his master has not discovered, and the head on his left side can see the future. No conspiracy can escape his blindness, and he can see the endless changes in the future. His right head can look at the past with an objective attitude. Similarly, of his two heads, one will tell the so-called truth and the other will tell the so-called lies.
The past and the future rushed into Carlos's shriveled and twisted body when he traveled through the well. Having this kind of foresight also requires paying a heavy price. As a price, in reality, he is blind in both eyes. To put it bluntly, he is a person who cannot see the present. A four-eyed blind man who cannot detect the passage of time and can only sense that an event is about to happen or has ended at a certain moment.
Past, present and future, Carlos sat on Tzeentch's right hand, stirring the dark well water and whispering secrets to his master that only he could see.
The nine Lords of Change under Tzeentch used the feathers on their wings as pens and "Blood of Tzeentch" as ink to write down what Carlos saw and heard. Each Lord of Change guarded the secrets he heard with suspicion, like a powerful tool that could discern the various intrigues in the courtyard.
Therefore Tzeentch paid no heed to the machinations of his favorites, for he knew all about them, and every secret transcribed by the Lords of Change was absorbed by him and furthered his understanding of eternity.
In reality, Carlos's blindness makes him vulnerable to physical attacks. However, he is also able to rely on his ability to act one step ahead of his opponents, distinguishing the actions of various attackers by watching the torrent of time. And his talent in magic is endless. He knows all existing spells, various runes, signs and secret words with mysterious energy. This ability makes him the most appreciated envoy of the evil god.
Sometimes Carlos is sent by his master to perform the most horrific tasks, such as restoring a magical artifact, crushing an army, or other of his master's nefarious intentions.
During the Great Invasion, Carlos played a role similar to a vanguard. During that period when the wind of magic was abundant, he first moved into the continent of Lustria and broke through the City of Echoes. The absolute defense of the Slann Demon Priests, but those Slann Demon Priests are not novices. He did not break through them as soon as he went there, but through centuries of observation he could see the weaknesses in the magic of the Slann Demon Priests. After that, he successively destroyed the City of Rebirth, Huta, Sky City, Tarancsla, City of Destiny, and Ashoto. Just when he was about to deal with Queza, Nurgle's servants came first. Occupied it in one step.
After that, Carlos died under Aenarion's Sword of Kane, and the Maelstrom was established, but he could still find opportunities to appear in the mortal world.
Along with the conspiracy and trajectory came suspicion and uncertainty. At this moment, Darkus was wondering about something. Maybe the person in front of him was Carlos's true self?
Maybe Carlos did this on purpose? He can't be too dazzling, after all, he knows that his master doesn't like him, his master also knows that he knows that he doesn't like him, and he also knows that his master doesn't like him even more. He knows that his master doesn't like him.
Just when Darkus' CPU was about to overload and start to smoke, the sound from the black shadow pulled him back.
"All this and more. Go out and meet your destiny." The black shadow stared at Darkus silently. After a long time, he pointed at Darkus and said, and then pointed at a person at the top of the stairs. Open your mouth.
"Okay, no problem, you have the final say. Anyway, you are the director now. As an actor, I only need to cooperate with you to complete this boring and ignorant third-rate drama." Darkus looked in the direction pointed by the black shadow. After walking over, he shrugged and said, there is no solution to being so stiff anyway, it is no longer important whether it is an echo or the original one. As he walked, he made a villain declaration, and he began to taunt, "Is this part of the plan? This Is the wave a big win or a small win? Or is it a jackpot? Your pretending to be deaf cannot change the flow of the river of time. There are still many plots in the story, and they will not always go your way." He said I lost interest again, maybe it was really just an echo? He continued, "Forget it, it won't be difficult for you. You are more like a dull program, a brainless echo, but remember that if I meet you..."
Darkus was about to leave mid-sentence. As he climbed the stairs into the darkness, he thought again about what felt wrong and why he had to go when he was told to go. He walked back again, maybe whether he went in or back, it was all part of the plan?
"Wait..." Darkus came back and stretched out his hand to indicate. After that, he pointed at the Midnight Armor and continued, "I want to meet the so-called fate, and I want to accept this supreme glory."
Anyway, here we go . Come on, in reality, Darkus would never wear that midnight armor full of viciousness and pain, but this is an illusion. It would be a pity not to experience it, even though he didn't bite! There is no system of great power and blessing, and there is no achievement system, but achievements are still done when necessary.
"I'm ready." As Darkus finished his words, the Druchi in the scene began to move again, ignoring the black shadows.
Nasser appeared with his servants, and they took off the Midnight Armor in an orderly manner. Each of them held a piece of blackened metal, bent and inlaid with runes. Some are recognizable: breastplate, vambrace, neckplate, gauntlets. Others looked completely unfamiliar, with odd shapes, trailing black metal pieces or holding hinges at awkward angles.
Nasser prayed to Val murmuringly, then took a piece of armor and placed it in front of Darkus, and showed the armor to Darkus, who was watching intently.
"This will burn! My master!" Naser said seriously.
"Then let me burn!" Darkus's answer was a sharp, crazy laugh. He had a certain talent as an actor. Although his acting skills were poor, he could get into the scene in one second. A servant came up with a smoking rivet in pliers, and Nasser and his servants crouched down, pressing the hot metal against Darkus' skin with hissing steam.
Soon, Darkus regretted his impulsive decision.
"Now!" Nassar said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the servant pushed the rivet into the fixed position.
Nasser muttered a spell in a low voice, tapped the Hammer of Vaal gently, inserted the hot rivets through the prepared holes, and fixed them on Darkus' bones.
Darkus roared in pain, his body shaking violently. He wished he could close his eyes, but he couldn't control his nerves. The heartbreaking pain swept through his body, his nerves and his soul. Soon he was pulled back into the illusion, his body Burned by fire.
The dead Druchi dignitary lying on the ground was moved over by Darkus's followers. The servants were busy around him, using brushes made of hair to smear the victim's blood on the engraved runes on the armor. , every bend and line is meticulously depicted. His calves and ankles were wrapped in smoky black iron. He raised his feet unconsciously. He could feel the rivets being driven into his heels and toes.
It felt like the hoofs of a war horse being hammered into the shoes.
The sorceresses in the room, headed by Drusala, began to chant, and their voices echoed and superimposed with the percussion of the Midnight Armor installation, forming an irregular and harmonious melody.
More rivets were driven into the skin of Darkus' slender thighs, and chain links were nailed to both sides of the knees. When he clearly sensed what was happening again from the endless pain, he put on the Midnight Armor from feet to neck. Every part of him was shaking, and he could feel the energy dissipating from his body.
Renn came over and knelt in front of Darkus, holding the tray high with both hands to show the wine glass on it.
Darkus endured the pain and took the cup, then stopped. Instead of drinking the liquid, he held the cup and examined his knuckles. He found that each one moved perfectly.
Darkus dropped the glass after drinking all the liquid in one gulp, and the mask immediately locked onto his face. His breath rumbled in the mask's vents, steam rising before his eyes. His limbs were hot, and the air around him took on a crimson sheen.
At this moment, Darkus suddenly no longer felt pain, but instead felt a surge of power surging through his body. But soon the surge faded like a tide, and the pain came again like a raging tide.
"It's really painful!" Even though Darkos was in the illusion, the pain that was transmitted from his body to his soul and nerves still made him a little unbearable. But learning to taste pain is also a required course for Druch. He can't do it in reality and has no chance. It's okay to experience it in an illusion. He wants to try to taste the pain that Malekith has experienced. Maybe in the future Only then can we make better choices.
As he came to this world for longer and longer, Darkus felt that he was becoming more and more abstract and assimilated, but no matter how he was assimilated, he was never the same.
"Man is a product of his environment? Who knows." Although Darkus said this, he knew that in some cases, experiencing pain and suffering may lead to growth and insight, but not everyone must go through it. Such experiences can lead to success or hope. Everyone’s journey is unique and there are different ways and means to achieve your goals and pursue what you want.
At least Darkus couldn't do it. He found that he couldn't control the Midnight Armor. In other words, the pain and torture he tasted were all external and physical, and this pain was transmitted to his heart and soul. Rather than coming from the heart, pain and suffering are transmitted through the heart and soul, and to the right body.
There are essential differences and differences between the two.
Although Darkus is named Druchi, he is still a Druchi who is not Druchi.
After Darkus finished putting on the Midnight Armor, the shadow turned around and pointed at another narrow staircase that curved along the wall.
Although Darkus did not look in the direction pointed by the shadow, he still knew that the shadow was pointing to another path this time, which was completely different from the path he took before putting on the Midnight Armor. His body supported the Midnight Armor as he trudged to the steps. He was vaguely aware that when he passed by, his supporters were kneeling on the ground, seeming to be shouting words that he could no longer hear. , as if they expected him to accept their loyalty, to assure him of his power and glory, and all that he had long desired.
The question is what does Darkus desire?
Darkus ignored the Druchi in these illusions. He was still walking hard. He even wanted to take pleasure in the moonwalk, releasing hot steam and flames like Malekith, letting the midnight sun shine. The soles of the armor rubbed against the stone bricks, making a harsh and unpleasant sound. Unfortunately, he could not do any of this. He could no longer feel anything in the outside world. He had lost his sense of hearing and taste. He felt like he was surrounded by scorching flames. , pain and torture constantly accompanied him like a wave.
There was a deep darkness inside the door, constantly attacking Darkus like a pure emotion of terror turned into a sharp blade.
"Goodbye."
When Carlos was hacked to death by Aenarion, it seemed that he only had one head.
But these are minor issues, there may be another chapter at two o'clock in the morning.
I did the math, and it turned out that there were already 80,000 words since the beginning of the abstract dream, and the day has not passed yet. . .
(End of chapter)